Hongying and the others found Shangyan in an inconspicuous corner of a street on the outskirts of the city.
The rain had subsided by then, and he leaned against the wall alone. The bloodstains around him had been washed away by the heavy rain, but the stench of blood lingered in the air.
Where Hongying and the others couldn't see, the little white ball 019 thought Shangyan was going to die, and was so anxious that it started to moo and cry.
"I told you to stop hitting him! With so much blood, he's not really going to die, is he?" 019 threw herself onto Shang Yan's head, hugging the tuft of hair on his head and sobbing uncontrollably.
[Shangyan, don't die! If you die, Zhou Ping will be a widow!]
Upon hearing this, Shang Yan's fingers twitched slightly.
"Quick, take him to the hospital!" After finding Shang Yan, Hong Ying and Si Xiaonan quickly helped him up, one on each side.
Chen Muyi arrived at this moment and, seeing the situation, quickly offered a helping hand, saying, "I'll take care of it."
He picked Shang Yan up in one go, threw him into the car, and quickly drove off.
The situation was so urgent that Hongying and the others quickly got into the car.
I don't know why Shang Yan, who should have been in the city center, ended up in the suburbs, and was so badly injured...
"Huh?" Hongying, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at Shang Yan's body with a puzzled expression as she pulled open his clothes to check for any wounds.
Si Xiaonan, who had brought a first-aid kit, turned around and asked, "No wounds?"
Hearing her say that, Chen Muye didn't change his speed. He glanced in the rearview mirror and said, "This kid was definitely injured, but his wounds healed quickly and he's fully recovered now. Have you forgotten about his Forbidden Realm?"
"Should we still go to the hospital now?" Hongying asked, putting a thick coat over Shangyan.
"Go, he's unconscious, there must be something wrong." Chen Muye turned the steering wheel and made a turn.
Si Xiaonan lowered her eyes and voiced her speculation, "Do you think it's possible that he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss?"
"That makes sense." The place where Shang Yan was before had such a strong smell of blood. Injuries can indeed heal, but the blood lost can never be returned.
Judging from Shang Yan's pale face now, he might really have lost too much blood.
After taking Shang Yan to the hospital, Hong Ying took out her phone and fell silent. She nudged Si Xiaonan next to her, "Do you have Shang Yan's boyfriend's contact information?"
Si Xiaonan shook her head sincerely, "I've never even met her boyfriend, so where would I get his contact information?"
"Oh no! Shang Yan told me she was going to pass on a message to her boyfriend. What should we do?" Hong Ying walked up to Chen Muyi with a worried expression. "Captain, do you have Shang Yan's boyfriend's contact information?"
Chen Muyi, who was paying the fee, shook his head slightly while holding the receipt. "I don't have it. Ask Lao Zhao. He should have it. Shang Yan was the one who brought him in."
Hongying nodded and took out her phone to call Zhao Kongcheng.
Zhao Kongcheng, who was at the Peace Agency, immediately answered Hongying's call, "Why are you calling me all of a sudden? What happened?"
"Shang Yan must have encountered something mysterious. He's unconscious now. We took him to the hospital. Do you have Shang Yan's boyfriend's contact information? Shang Yan asked me to pass on a message to him."
Upon hearing that Shang Yan was injured, Zhao Kongcheng's voice trembled with anxiety, "That kid is injured? Is he alright?"
"The doctor said he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss..."
“I have his contact information,” Zhao Kongcheng said, flipping through the small green letter and finally finding Zhou Ping in the last column.
This was when Shang Yan first joined a few years ago, bringing Zhou Ping with him.
Zhao Kongcheng directly pushed Zhou Ping's small green letter to Hongying, "Then you talk to him about it."
Hongying opened Zhou Ping's little green message. His profile picture was a sword with many tiny vines wrapped around it, covered with white daphne flowers.
Verification message
Hongying: Are you there? Please let me know. Shangyan asked me to pass on a message to you.
The other party accepted the request after a while. After the two added each other's contact information, Zhou Ping sent the message first.
Zhou Ping: What did he say?
Hongying: "Tell my wife I'm not coming home tomorrow." That's what she said.
The other side hesitated for a while, just when Hongying thought Zhou Ping wouldn't return.
Zhou Ping: Hmm.
Zhou Ping: Thank you.
Hongying: No need to thank me, you're his boyfriend. He got hurt and asked me to pass on a message to you...
Zhou Ping: He's injured?
Oh no, she thinks she let something slip. Hongying looked at the message; it was too late to retract it now.
Inside the Xijin City Bookstore, after closing the door, Zhou Ping left with his sword case on his back.
He headed towards Cangnan City, traveling exceptionally fast.
He should have realized it sooner. The fact that Shang Yan didn't tell him personally but instead had someone else deliver the message meant there was definitely something fishy going on.
Seeing that Hongying looked anxious, Si Xiaonan, who was keeping watch by the hospital bed, reached out and tugged at her, asking quietly, "What's wrong?"
"I accidentally let it slip just now, her boyfriend is probably on his way right now!" Hongying handed her phone to Si Xiaonan so she could see the message.
Si Xiaonan curled her lips slightly. "Isn't this perfect?"
“Her boyfriend is here and will take over our shift. Now Shangyan will have someone to take care of him, and we can finally get some rest.” She stretched, looking exhausted.
I've been running around all day, and it's already evening.
Hongying thought his words made sense, so she sat on the stool by the bed and pounded her shoulder.
"What's her boyfriend like?" Si Xiaonan chatted casually with Hongying.
"Hmm... a very quiet young man. I've seen him twice, both times he was wearing a black top, and he's quite tall," Hongying recalled. "But he seems very composed, definitely much more reliable than Shang Yan!"
"Hmm...they actually make a good couple." Si Xiaonan glanced at Shang Yan, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, then leaned closer to Hong Ying and whispered, "Who do you think is...?"
Seeing this, Hongying chuckled, then looked up at Si Xiaonan and said, "Although Shangyan always calls other women 'wife,' I don't think he necessarily does that at home."
"Oh, so those two..."
Time passed by unnoticed as the two chatted.
Late at night, there was a knock on the door of the ward.
"Is anyone there?" Zhou Ping, carrying a sword case on his back, stood outside the door, exuding a cold and austere aura.
The door opened quickly, and Hongying, who was guarding the place, waved to him when she saw him arrive. "Are you Zhou Ping?"
“Yes, that’s me,” Zhou Ping nodded slightly.
“He’s asleep in bed now,” Hongying said, making way for him. “The doctor said it was from excessive blood loss, he’ll be fine in a few days.”
"Thank you," Zhou Ping said softly. As soon as he entered the ward, he spotted Shang Yan lying on the bed. He strode over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and took Shang Yan's hand that was placed beside him.
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